Life

Life it's come to a stand still, waiting for good things to happen again
Month after month we wait, the only question we have is ''When''
Want to cuddle my daughter, not seen her since March last year
The thought of seeing her again keeps me going and fills me with cheer

I'm so used to staying in now, I really don't want go out, that worries me so much
That's the price self isolation pays protecting the rest, yourself you become out of touch
I dread the day when we go ''back to normal'' as I don't think I ever can
I played my part for society but agrophobia was not part of my plan